12 January 2008

Yesterday…

* Jess came over and we needlefelted a poppy and a hedgehog each. We also walked the dog. But there was lots and lots of needlefelting.
* Rebecca threw one heck of a tantrum and Matthew carried the television out to the shed. The kids asked “Can we watch TV?” a few too many times this weekend. Not cool. Hello, peace and quiet.
* The mailman brought a box of felt. Yay, felt!

10 January 2008

Yesterday…

* I went to a blast media company and felt their grits. I’m still holding out for a personal visit to a place in New Jersey at Easter; hopefully they will have the mineral emery in a 120/240 grit in quantities smaller than 2,000 pounds.
* I had a pounding headache in the evening because the weather was changing, so I took Tylenol and Advil and went to bed.

09 January 2008

Yesterday…

* I made my mountain of clean laundry into a molehill.
* Rebecca lost her ballet shoes and did not go to ballet. I cannot find them, and have a feeling they are in the Bloom parking lot. Or were. A week ago. Bloom said they did not have any ballet shoes in their lost and found, so I think they are long gone. Rebecca will have to pay for her new ballet shoes.
* I lost a flashlight while I was looking for the shoes. Then I found two other flashlights. Then I finally found the flashlight that I lost. I know where Rebecca gets her losing gene from.

08 January 2008

Yesterday…

* Marcus informed me that he would be taking over the job of washing dishes and that I would only be required to start the dishwasher. I told him that I would then absolve him of his laundry putting-away and diaper-folding duties.
* We went to Wal-Mart and bought Rebecca a full-length mirror for her door.
* I made burgers on my cast iron grill on the stovetop and set off every single fire alarm in the house, even with the vent going full-force.
* I did 28 sit-ups.

07 January 2008

Yesterday…

* I vacuumed and mopped the kitchen in the morning. In the afternoon, I couldn’t tell I’d done either.
* I walked the dog in a short-sleeved shirt. In January. Matthew informed me that instead of screaming “global warming,” I must now scream “global climate change,” as that is now the correct term for it. Why? Because it doesn’t specify hotter or colder.
* I stripped and washed the sheets on every single bed in the house.
* Rebecca made pottery in the backyard, out of the backyard. Gotta love the red clay soil around here.
* Madeline slept in the bottom bunk; Rebecca sang her to sleep.